Game on? Did he think he was in a TV show? He was pathetic. She didn't answer his last message. Annabeth had very mixed feelings about Percy Jackson. He wasn't her client anymore, so she had no reason not to see him. Plus, she wanted to. The sex with was amazing, and that would help her blow off some steam. She did what any girl would have done in that situation.

"Hello, Pipe? I need your help."

"Name it, Bestie! Tell me everything about the guy that bothers you."

Annabeth chuckled.

"How do you even know that it's about a guy?"

"Come on, Annie. We've known each other for nearly 10 years. You only have problems with remote controls and boys. And I helped with your remote yesterday."

"Okay, shut up and listen."

"Jason! Jason, I have great news!" Percy yelled as he came in the apartment.

His roommate didn't even look up when he answered.

"Oh really Percy? What stupid prank did you pull up today?"

Percy rolled his eyes.

"No, it's not that. This is a whole new level of trap! Remember the blonde girl that is my soulmate but doesn't know it?"

"Annabeth who screams a lot? Yes, yes I do. I didn't get much sleep that night."

Jason replaced his glasses on his nose, still fake reading his book.

"Well I figured a way to go on a date with her Friday, and she can't say no, because I'm not her client anymore!"

Percy had a huge smile on his face. It was the best plan he ever came up with, and it was going to work. Finally, Jason looked at him. He didn't look convinced.

"Not her client anymore? The pool project just started, how can you not be her client? What have you done?"

"Don't worry, I'm gonna tell you everything…" Percy grinned.

"Okay, Pipe, you're right. I'm going to do it. I love you too. Bye."

Annabeth grabbed her phone.

Jackson. Ok for Friday, 8 pm. Better be a good date.

She sighed. She had to find a nice outfit for that.

Friday, 8 pm.

Jackson, you're late, and that's not acceptable.

Sorry Blondie, I'm almost there! ;)

The ugliest bike parked in front of her building. She didn't even question how he knew where she lived, because she knew she wouldn't like the answer. Percy took off his helmet and shook his head in a desperate attempt to style his hair. She chuckled.

"Hi Blondie! Hop on! We're going for a ride!"

Even his eyes were happy, and that was cute as hell. She took the helmet he was giving her and sat behind him. Her arms wrapped around his chest, and she could feel he was firm. She smiled. This was going to be a good night.

They rode, wind in the hair and this irrational feeling of invincibility you only get when you're on a bike, until they arrived in front of a little Italian restaurant. Percy held the door for her and Annabeth widened when she discovered the most beautiful, authentic restaurant she'd ever seen. A beautiful lady, with long, curly black hair and an amazing smile came to greet them.

"Hi, Mom! A table for two, please?"

Percy went and kiss the lady on the cheek while Annabeth became redder and redder. Mom? She was going the Mom on the first date? Oh Gods, she was not ready.

"Hello, Annabeth, right? Very nice to meet you! Percy talked a lot about you! I'm Sally Jackson, but please, just call me Sally!"

That lady was amazing, so warm and nice, a true mom. Annabeth's heart sank, but she shook Sally's hand anyway and followed Percy to a nice a little table, a bit distant from the rest, with big white candles on it. It was truly romantic, and she was quite surprised, because Percy didn't look like the romantic type of boy, but more like the goofy, fake bad boy kind. But she was completely okay with it though.

The food was amazing, and they spoke of everything. Annabeth opened to Percy like she would to her best friend, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was the eyes, or the smile. Or the hair? Or all of it… She also discovered that Percy was a lot smarter than he let others think. And she was pleased. When they decided to leave, they were the last ones in the restaurant. Percy payed for both of them, even though she wanted to pay her part.

"Blondie, I know you're a feminist and all, but don't worry, Mom makes pay a lot less than regular."

He winked. And she lost it at that exact moment.

The ride home was as perfect as the dinner. Annabeth's arms around his waist, her head in his back, the lights of the city, shining like stars in the night, the empty road… Percy was in heaven. They arrived at her place, and they looked at each other shyly. It was a whole other situation than last time. This time, it wasn't just about sex or relief. There was something more, little, but still something. In the end, it was Percy who initiated the kiss. His patience had limits.

They took hours to get to her apartment, because they just wouldn't stop kissing. Opening the door was a true challenge, but once they were inside, they just took their time. No more rush, she wasn't getting anywhere. The kiss lasted a while. They both wanted to explore. And man, she was good at this. Their mouths danced together, tongue playing, teeth biting lips, the best choreography ever created. Percy broke the kiss, out of breath, and took the opportunity to take off his shirt and her dress. As soon as he has access he started to kiss her neck until her skin was red and marked. Then he got to her tits, worshipping them until she was crying out. But he wasn't satisfied with just quiet moaning. He wanted to hear her scream again. He kissed his way to her panties, tugging them, glancing at her the whole time. Her eyes were closed, and she was lost in it. Damn, she was hot as hell. He grinned against her skin, taking her knickers off and teasing her thighs. He made her spread her legs a little more, licked one long lick, but then decided that it wasn't the right position to make her scream his name.

"Room?" he whispered against her neck as he got up.

Oh, Annabeth was one lucky girl. Percy liked to take his time, he wasn't selfish. He threw her on her bed, spread her legs and licked, kissed and thrust his tongue as far and fast as he could, making her cry out and grab her sheets and arch her back. He hit all the right spots, again and again, edging her, teasing. She was lost in bliss. She wanted to come, but she also wanted it to last forever.

"Percy, please…" she whined. She didn't even know what she was asking for.

"Oh come on, Blondie, you can do better than that!" he laughed against her pussy, drawing another moan from her lips.

His tongue fluttered real fast against her clit, making her jump as electricity coursed through her blood.

"Percy Jackson!" she shouted.

He grinned, satisfied. She knew she was supposed to be outraged but she was too lost to care. He sealed his lips against her magic button and sucked. Her orgasm punched through like lightning, her voice creating sounds she didn't she could make. She arched and wiggled the best she could to ride it out, but Percy strong hands were maintaining her in place, and his tongue got her through the aftershocks, until she was twitching, too sensitive for more.

"Okay, Jackson," she sighed, out of breath, "my turn."

She kneeled and pushed him on his back. She attacked at his neck, sucking on the pulse. She licked a pattern, light tongue on his chest, driving him crazy. She saw him sucked air in and smiled. She then got down to the main attraction. She took his boxer briefs off and grabbed his dick, stroking it a bit before opening her mouth and licking the top, just tasting. She then wet her lips and too a long lick from the base to the top, her hands playing with his balls. His grunts and moans were so worth it. It was music to her ears. His hand flew to her hair, big blond curls through his fingers, guiding her where he wanted. She let her mouth open, tongue falling flat, and took him all at once, to the root. She focused to not gag on him, and tears formed at the corner of her eyes, but the sound he made and the look on his face almost made her come a second time. She went wild, sucking, deep throating, blowing, licking the life out of him, until he pulled her hair, not wanting to come too early. Disappointed, she went up to kiss and fuck his mouth instead. He brought up a side of her she never knew existed.

Gods, she was amazing. Percy was in Elysium, there was no other explanation. She sat on his lap, their chest rubbing, sweat spreading, mouths connected at all time. She positioned herself and took his dick, inch by inch, slowly. It was agony not to thrust up in her and she just fuck into her. But her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a broken moan that almost made him come on the spot. She took him all in and everything was perfect. They were connected in everyway possible, fitting perfectly. Made for each other. The movements started slow, controlled, but the pace sped up and soon they were just clawing at each other, moving hard and fast, until they were coming together, her shouts lost in his open mouth, hands caressing everywhere. And then the after bliss. Laying there, tangled, trying to catch a breath. But this time she didn't get up to go away. No, this time she snuggled in his arms, head on his chest, falling peacefully asleep, and Percy never felt happier. He knew it. They were soulmates. He was smiling when he fell asleep.